- Erotic Poetry
- She-Devil
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She places Her feet in the ocean
Only when hurricane winds meet high tides.
She waits for thunderstorms
To go stand in an open field
With Her arms outstretched.
Granted the privilege to be in Her
Is chaos lightening riding blue stallions,
Jesus Christ,
She squirts at will
And takes pleasure in making hard objects
Soaked and wet!
She sits at home before a blazing fire
And finds thrill in the crackling oak.
My body?
Her studio gallery!
Pleasure marks frame the art strokes.
Scar tissue...
It mends over but can’t forget
As I’m at Her feet, at heel, with black nails
Tapping steadily at my head.
The idle hands of my She-Devil
Foretelling signs of bad omens.
I send prayers towards Krishna, Mayan gods,
And plead empathy to any listening Allahs!
As the poker now stands hot and ready,
Goddess, She…
She tugs tout my tethered collar.
I’m obedient, but unapologetic.
Aware that wax melts flying close to the Sun’s borders,
I hide the smile for punishment coming
To a slave who courted insolence by
Knowingly disobeying
Her sternly told orders.
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